I stared at the dark wolf before me. His mane had red streaks that went all around his fur. His eyes are a fiery red. He tilted his head sideways at me as he studied me.
This wasn't my great grandfather but a hound from hell. My great-grandpa died long ago.
"Why?" I asked the wolf before me.
What was so important that he had to sell his soul to the Devil? No power was worth that.
He nuzzled his head on my arm, his huge head pushing up on me as if he wanted me to pet him.
"I'd have him shift, but it'd be inappropriate for him to be naked before you," The Devil said.
The other remaining souls watched curiously.
"Those who have made deals with my father here, please step to the side, "Azazel said.
Over half of those remaining, if not more, moved to the side.
"I hereby sentence
